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ils sontaient là by Accou, released 05 October 2019
1. A1
2. A2
3. B1
4. B2WAKE UP!
...can't remember dosing off
day breaks yet maybe it's worth falling back asleep to drift out of consciousness and call up possibilities of continuing forgotten dreams
or not, can't force that
just happens, even with desires to control it
even still, it's unclear how to recall past images of REM sleep
tape's still on
wonder how much was missed
feels endless
heavy blankets as it slides in and out of focus entraining brainwaves on countless shifting rhythms that alter breathing patterns and heart rates while modulating disconnected mental images
no need to ask what for, that doesn't matter
sound floated thru vibrated media swerves molecules into particular flows like tiny synchronized swimmers with bodies split between air and water moving in tandem with and against chlorinated waves that surround skin flaking away when dry as a tongue without water
where’d that come from, baited and switched
another deep breath in to wake this supine body
...can't remember dosing off
cactus teeth cats scratch to tongue particles of remembered snippets only to fray threaded sequences now lost among fogged lenses that never dreamt of opening
finally, it rains
nothing gets wet, landscapes littered fed back lizards in chromed boxes
which unknowns are triggered, triangulating dream-flavoured uncertainty
tape’s still on
coiling gears snaked by cycles
feels endless
downward onward worstward toward other vistas broken into clouds paradoxing residual animal shapes echoing siren calls that ask for impossible resemblance fruits fly of play forking laboured disfigures
they’re there, somewhere else
might as well rebuild subjectless strings to coax out ambient feelings of numogrammatical definiteness swimming bodies of chrome-tipped plastic for another round of brain activity to spike juice from succulent green but whitish mist sediments daybreak
just happens, baited and switched
time to pass out...
2017/2018
musique: accou
visuels: cesar
text: lendl
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